In 10th grade, I wrote a full-length novel. It was terrible.
Of course, I didn't know that at the time. I thought my book was great and probably didn't even need any editing.
I sent it out to publishers, proudly telling them my age and genuinely believing this was a selling point (I can thank Christopher Paolini, who started writing Eragon at age 15, for that idea).
I received several rejection emails, one of which was personalized and very kind. With some disappointment, I realized I had not written the next hot young-adult novel. I ultimately decided not to keep pushing my book on publishers, saving myself a marginal amount of present-day embarrassment when I reflect on questionable past decisions.
I still craft and polish stories, but now in a visual format. As a video editor, I love finding the most compelling way to put the footage together. I scrutinize the details, valuing concise cuts as much as artistic epics. And who knows, maybe someday I'll edit the inevitable movie adaptation of the next hot young-adult novel.
Pointing out typos with barely concealed delight
I drive a stick shift
Surprisingly muscular calves for my size
Don't have the ability to care about sports
Get stressed out by drive-thrus
Low tolerance for spicy food
Working myself up over Facebook comments on news articles
Worrying about drowning even when I'm not near water
Refusing to look past grammatical errors
You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.